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"Fuck! Fuck,"
Harry Potter says under his breath as he hears the front door unlock. That has to be Draco. He can't let his husband see him like this.
Harry stands up from the floor quickly, making him a little dizzy. In his left hand is a bloody pocket knife, and his right arm, or rather wrist, is full of small, deep slits.
"Shit, I didn't think this through. Stupid, stupid stupid fucking idiot!" Harry says, though he's not sure if he said it out loud or not. He rushes to the bathroom sink and rinses his bloody knife and wrist with cold water, which stings. He rinses his arm and quickly, though rather messily, wraps a bandage around his arm, then closes the pocket knife, shoving it into his jeans pocket. He looks frantically around the small tiled bathroom floor, then spots a bloodstained, previously white, towel on the floor. Shit. He grabs it, gripping his shaking hands around it, and shoves it into the small trash can.
"Love? I'm home!" Harry hears a voice, Draco's. He absentmindedly responds: "In the bathroom, one second!"
He lets out a deep breath, and looks at himself in the mirror.
His bright green eyes shine back at him, through his circular glasses that have never seemed to break, even after a decade and a half. He looked his face up and down, he had stubble along his chin and jaw. His snakebite lip piercings looked attractive on him, though he would never admit it. He runs a finger though his hair and wipes a few dry tears from his cheeks with his sleeve, which he then pulls down so his arms are covered. He sighs and prepares himself to face his husband. His wonderful, perfect, husband. With his funny sarcasm, and his perfect long bright blonde hair, and his amazing lips, and oh god, Harry's so in love.
Harry straightens his shirt and opens the bathroom door, and spots Draco hanging his jacket on the coat rack.
"Hey, love! How was y-" Draco begins, but stops when he sees the lifeless expression in Harry's eyes, and notices he hasn't hugged him yet, unlike usual. "What happened, baby?" Draco's tone immediately changes and he looks at Harry with a very caring look.
He knows. He always does. "Nothing, it's alright." Harry knew that wasn't going to work, but hell if he wasn't going to try.
"Bullshit, come here." Draco knows. Every time.
Harry takes in a shallow breath and looks at Draco, but avoids his eyes, rather outlines his thin figure, and focuses on his small tattoo behind his ear, a semicolon. Harry knew exactly what the meaning and story was behind it, he went with Draco when Tonks did it herself, and he held Draco's hand as he whined the whole time.
"Nothing, Draco."
"Harry..."
"Draco..."
Draco takes a few steps toward Harry and places his hands on his shoulders, staring at him. "Look at me."
"no." Harry responds, knowing damn well that's not the right answer, and it wasn't smart to say that.
"What the hell do you mean 'no'? It wasn't a question, I was telling you. Look at me, Harry."
Harry continues looking at Draco's pale, tattooed skin instead of his grey eyes. Draco wraps his long, slender fingers with multiple rings, around Harry's jaw, and tilts Harry's head upwards, so Harry's eyes can't look many other places besides right into his.
Harry shakily inhales and swallows hard.
"Draco, I'm fine. Seriously, just a bad day."
"Bull. Shit." Draco has a concerned expression and tone, and he wants needs to know what's wrong, and how he can help Harry, as soon as possible.
Harry looks a bit surprised, but sighs and continues looking his husband square in the eyes. "F-fuck, Draco. I- I..." Harry's voice breaks and he wants more than anything to cry into Draco's chest, and be held and loved and get those head scratches that Draco knows he loves. "I..." Harry's eyes are holding tears that are threatening to fall, but he keeps his eyes open.
"Oh no, don't cry, it's okay. I got you." Draco takes his hand off of Harry's jaw and kisses Harry's forehead. He wraps his arms around his waist and hugs him tightly. Harry can feel Draco's breath on his neck, and he melts under his touch.
"Draco, it's so difficult. I just..." Harry trails off and hot tears fall onto the back of Draco's neck.
"I got you, honey. It'll be okay, it's alright." Draco's voice is soft and caring. He kisses Harry's shoulder. "What happened, love?"
"I... Being an auror... it's so fucking exhausting..." Harry puts his head on his husband's neck and lets out the quietest whimper, that nobody could possibly hear, but Draco did.
Draco's voice is a whisper, right in Harry's ear. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I can imagine that's pretty difficult." The blonde's hand rubs up and down Harry's back. He knows exactly how to comfort his husband, and he has since the first time Harry had a panic attack.
"Draco, I need you. I can't deal with all of this alone."
"You don't have to, remember? We're married, and you never have to go through anything alone. I love you so much."
"I love you too."